A lost and found of things that don't want to be found (O×O) (RATED M FOR POSSIBLE TW) (CLOSED)

Vera's teeth clatered together, her clothes soaked through with rain. It hadn't taken long for her to hind a place for the night. Though the safety of it was in question.
Vera had some how managed to convince an inn keeper to give her a room in exchange for work. Of course this same innkeeper had seen her around the past few days, and had finally taken pity on her.

The room- if one could even call it that- had barley enough space for the small bed cramped in the corner, let alone for her. But it was better than nothing.
In her old life she never had to worry about where she was going to sleep, and she hoped soon things would change. Especially since she had managed to trade work for a room.
As she curled up on the stiff bed mat her mind keep wondering back to Tolkalee. Wandering what he had to go do. If he had made it back okay. The slums where dangerous at night. That was something she had learned fast.

When Vera awoke the next morning she had little to no idea of the time, as the room didn't have a window. However she did know it was late in the day. She could tell as much from the bustling kitchen.
The down stairs of the inn was less of a lobby, and more of a bar. Its round tables seeming a bit to close together, and the serving area seeming a bit to dirty.
But who would care in a place like this?

Vera had been able to grab a quick shower before the innkeeper showed her what she'd be doing to earn her keep. It wasn't much, and she defiantly knew she wouldn't be payed, but she still dreaded it.
The thought of being in a room full of drunks- especially after what'd happened the night before- didn't seem pleasing.

Vera found herself hoping to see Tolkalee again. He had saved, feed, and even offered her a place to sleep the night. Even if most people wouldn't, she wanted to repay him.

Vera quickly found a rhythm for getting between the too close tables, and dodging the fair amount of drunks that reached for her. And in the few short hours she'd actually been working, she'd managed to spill more than enough liquids on her apron.
Vera saw out of the corner of her eye as someone entered, and sat towards the back. She quickly made her way over to the table. It's not like there weren't other servers milling around, but because of her clumsily demeanor, they had her taking orders rather than serving.
"Hello," she said in a way to chipper voice, "welcome in sir- Tolkalee?" Her chipperness gave way to surprise.

"I convinced the the innkeeper to, in exchange for work that is." She gestured around herself. She hopped he'd let her keep working in exchange for the room. Money wasn't her need at the moment after all.
She knew she shouldn't have said where she was staying, for all she knew Tolkalee was a creep. But the kindness from the night before still stuck with her.
"I actually wanted to thank you for the bread last night, and saving me. Can I get you a drink? On the house as thanks." She didn't know if the innkeeper would approve, but if it came to it she'd just pay for it out of her tips.

Vera nodded her head. She was ready to retrieve his order, but noticed his expression. "Are you okay?" It was none of her business- but she couldn't help it.

Vera nodded her head and left to retrieve his drink. She couldn't shake the feeling that maybe Tolkalee was lying. She had always had a nact for telling when people lied, that's why she had ended up in this place. Pushing when she didn't have to, asking to many questions. She couldn't help herself. But this time, she'd leave it alone. So mach damage had been done already.
"Here ya' go," Vera set his cup of water down before him. "Anything else?" She knew she had to get back to waiting on the other tables, but she didn't want to just yet. He was familiar to her- even though they had just met the night before- and nice. Which was more then anyone else sitting in this bar.

"Oh no, you don't have to." Vera waved a hand as if dismissing the idea. "But you are right, I should get back to work. C'ya." She gave a small wave, and left to tend to the other patrons.
How could so many men be so drunk this early in the day? It was almost a wonder this ramshackle town had any liquor in it at all. Of course the owner did have to kick several people out, due to the inability to pay their bill. It was almost funny actually. At least to Her.

The day droned on with little to no incident. A could be bar fight here and there, but the owner always seemed to brake things up before it got out of control.
The only mistake on Vera's part was letting her hard down. Her attention had been on her aching feet, not the drunk that made a grab for her wrist.
"Little mouse," he slurred. Vera's eyes widened at the voice. She would have never expected a run in with this man twice. "I don't have time for this." She desperately forced her voice to be strong, despite her efforts, it still wavered. "Now if you'd be so kind-" she made to pull her wrist from his grasp, he only tightened his grip. Making Vera bite back a cry of pain.
"Why if I'd know- hic- that a pretty little mouse like yourself," he trailed off not finishing his sentence.

"shouldn' be maken' threats boy." the drunk stood from where he sat, wobbling for a few moments. Vera's eyes darted between the two men. Surely there was a way that could resolve this mess without violence- but it would appear not. "I'll get back to ya' in a second lil' mouse."
The man dropped Vera's wrist and sloppily held his fists up for a fight. In his mind Tolkalee had issued an empty threat, and could easily be taken down. No matter the fact that the man was clearly drunken, he was sure this fight would end in his favor.
But from Vera's perspective this was going to be mess, and someone was going to get hurt. "Gentlemen please, there is no need."
But the drunk was already throwing his first punch.

(Noted. :)
Heads up I won't be on to much these next few months, but I will try and get on every now and again.)

Vera cupped a hand over her mouth and gasped. no no no, was all she could think. If she was the cause of the fight, if she lost this job- Vera didn't want to think about it.

"get yer' han's off me," Slurred the man when Tolkalee grabbed him. Frankly he was to drunk for a real fight, but that wouldn't stop him from trying.
The drunk threw a punch at Tolkalee, connecting with his nose. His fist throbbed. "don' pick fights ya' ain't ready for boy."

"Lucky fer' ya' I don' either." the man raised his fists, making no move for the door. He had no intentions of doing what Tolkalee said, the drunk part of his brain immature.

"You listen to the young man. If you're gonna fight take it out of my bar." The inn keeper glared at the two, and if anything, looked ready to jump into the fight and kick them both out. The inn keeper was old, and to be honest didn't look very fit. But then again, so did the drunk.

The drunk grinned revealing missing and rotten teeth. He stuck true to his word on playing dirty, one of his hands flying out and grabbing a by stander. He hooked an arm over their neck and looked to Tolkalee. Vera couldn't help but gasp again.

(For purposes of the plot I'm going to have to say no to magic- but also for purposes of the plot I'm not against slightly stronger than normal strength, and speed.)

Vera pulled a pistol from her waist band, hidden by the shirt that was two sizes too big for her. Of course it was a bluff- one of the biggest bluffs she'd ever tried to pull. And possibly one of the stupidest. Guns in the slums where rare, next to impossible to get. It was the one weapon that never made it in, most bounty hunters raided any possible gun factories, destroying everything. But Vera wasn't from the slums, and considering she'd snuck in-
The only problem was it didn't have any bullets. "Let them go," her voice shook. The gun was a last defence, one she'd been trying to keep hidden. She was sure to lose this job now.

The drunk just about turned ghost white. "Tolkalee and the inn keeper have asked you to take it out side, and let your hostage go." Vera looked to Tolkalee, if he hadn't shown up the night before she would habe pulled the gun then. "Now if- now if you'd be so kind as to leave."
but he called her bluff, and before Vera could react the drunk dove for her and that gun.

Vera screamed and dropped the pistol. If Tolkalee hadn't been fast enough-

The drunk grunted with the force of his fall. His skull slamming against the wooden floor with a loud CRACK. his head spun, and darkness spotted his vision. "you lil'," he didn't get to finish his sentence before he was out cold.
"Out- Out all of you," the inn keeper was practically shouting. He pointed a finger at Vera, "and you! Get out of here before I tell a bounty hunter what you have!"